I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, my hand twisting and pumping in tandem. My tongue travels the length of him, tasting him, teasing him, driving him crazy.
I edge him the same way that he loves to edge me until I finally suck him into my mouth. I breathe through my nose as I go deeper, until his cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He’s so big he fills my throat in the most delicious way.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
My eyes water, but I hold him there until I have to pull off and suck in a ragged breath.
He levels his gaze at me, then reaches up and tugs the scrunchie out, letting my hair fall in a curtain around us. “I like it down. I want to wrap my fist in it while I fuck your throat. Are you going to choke on my cock, baby?”
I nod eagerly, wanting to please him. To hear him praise me.
To be his good girl.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he gathers it into his hand and wraps it around his fist.
Even though I’m the one on my knees, there’s no doubt who’s in control. Just the way I want it.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” he demands, and I nod, closing my lips around his head again, hollowing my cheeks out as I suck him deep.
He guides my mouth up and down his length languidly, in no apparent hurry. I reach up, palming his balls and rolling them in my hand, something that I know sets him off. They’re sensitive, I remember from the last time I touched them.
I feel his fingers tighten in my hair when I let his cock slide down my throat, holding his gaze until my nose is pressed against his pelvis and I’m gagging around him again.
He drops his head back, exposing the thick column of his throat as he chokes out a mixture of a guttural groan and a pained whimper. His hips flex as he presses deeper, and I breathe through my nose, trying to relax my throat while he thrusts.
Tears blur my vision, and I can feel him throbbing deep in my throat.
I never knew I could be so turned on by a guy fucking my throat like he would my pussy, but it’s the dirtiest, most obscene thing I’ve ever done, and I’m so wet that it’s almost embarrassing.
This powerful, gorgeous man, completely gone for me.
Unhinged and never sexier.
“Your throat feels so fucking good. You’re doing such a good job,” he praises, opening his eyes and holding my gaze as he reaches between us and drags a finger from the base of my throat up over his cock, seeing just how full I am. “Are you ready to take more?”
I moan around his length, and he rocks his hips over and over, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.
“You take my cock like you were made for it, baby,” he grunts while his chest heaves and his fingers tighten in my nape. “I’m going to come down your throat, and I want you to swallow every drop, Vivienne. Okay?”
He pulls me off for a moment, a string of saliva trailing from my swollen lips to his cock, and I nod as I suck in a breath. “Please.”
His eyes darken more, and he guides me back to his cock, where I slide my mouth down until I’m choking on him again, desperate to take him even further.
“Next time you think about wearing someone else’s jersey, I want you to remember how it feels to have my cock down your throat.”
His thrusts turn erratic as he delves deeper and groans, the muscles in his stomach rippling as he comes. I taste the salty, musky cum down my throat, swallowing it all. I slowly slide off his length after he empties himself into my mouth. I trail my tongue from the base of his cock, along the vein that runs up his length, cleaning all the cum off him, not wasting a drop.
This was so obscenely dirty I can’t even handle it.
“Fuck, Viv, I think you just fucking killed me,” he chokes out hoarsely, dragging his hand through his hair.
I smirk, climbing into his lap and straddling his hips. “Does that mean that you’re not mad anymore?”
He grins, bringing his hands to my jaw and cradling it. “Well, depends, I guess. You gonna kiss me now?”
For a beat, neither of us moves. The only sound in the room is our harsh, heavy breathing. It feels… intense.
I smile, then lean down and whisper against his ear as I untangle myself from his lap. “Maybe if you catch me first, All-Star.”